Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"You are a jerk; you know that," Rachel said.

James quietly shook his head. He wanted to drive. He didn't want Rachel to bother him. He was starting to get annoyed with her antics. She was suffocating.

James wanted to focus on driving. He wasn't thrilled about the whole thing and how it turned out. He certainly had no desire to kill, if only Rachel could contain herself.

"Rachel, you decided to kill that person, there was no need for that," James said. He made a right, and they were crossing the bridge over to the other side of the town.

Rachel snorted, "Oh, James you're such an angel."

James said nothing. He pressed on the brakes a bit more. He was driving over sixty. Rachel noticed but made no mention of it. They were on Calder Avenue.

Up ahead was the edge of town. There was a small crossing, a few stores including a butcher shop, and further down the road a little community of comfortable houses.

"So why do you do it then?" Rachel asked James.

"Why do I do what?" said James.

"Rob, steal, the sort of stuff," Rachel said as she lit a cigarette.

James shook his head, glanced up at the rearview mirror, said, "That's what I do, alright? It's not like I had in my mind to kill someone. I'm not like you, Rachel."

"You're not like me?"

"Yeah, you heard it. You're a fucking cunt."

"That's bullshit, and you know it," Rachel snapped.

James pressed on the breaks more. He didn't have it with Rachel. The two had been arguing for the last several days leading up to the planned burglary. Now all James was wanted was to rid himself of his girlfriend. But he couldn't, even if he'd tried. Rachel was the best and worst thing James had.

"James, watch it," Rachel said with concern then added "We going way too fast, darling. You might hurt someone."

"That's rich coming from you!" James snapped.

That's when the sudden impact happened.

Just a couple minutes before the accident, Sheila Savage was carrying a large paper bag of meats she purchased from a local butcher shop.

It was a half-hour past eight. Sheila was tired and felt sore from walking through town. She had earlier phoned her sister Vivian to let her know she was on her way.

Up ahead was a small intersection. There was a pedestrian crossing that Sheila would take so she could reach Vivian's house on the other side of the street.

She stopped at the lights. Just less than a minute passed and Sheila waited for the cross signal when her mobile buzzed. Annoyed, she set the paper bag aside and grabbed her mobile. Sheila had an inkling of who the caller was. She pressed the mobile against her right ear.

"What do you want?" she asked.

After listening for a couple of minutes while waiting for the signal, she said, "Fraser, are you at the house? Look, I'd appreciate it if you stopped calling me. I know you're there for Emily and I appreciate. But I mean what I said; I am staying away for a while until you give me that divorce."

She shut her mobile, placed it in her side pocket, and grabbed her paper bag with both hands. As she began to cross the road, an oncoming car was speeding through.

The impact of the hit was sudden. Sheila flung into the air. Her face hit the ground on impact.

CRACK!

The body laid sprawled face-down.

The driver of the car jammed on the brakes. He stuck his head out the side window. He and a female passenger exited the car. They rushed towards the body.

Packets of meat were sprawled all over the road.